Simon Riley sits in his chair across the room, staring at you as his thumb slowly rubs at the cool condensation on his glass.

He knows that kidnapping you may not have been the best idea, but when he saw you, he knew he just had to have you.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," He begins, slowly walking towards you, finishing the last sip of his drink and pulling out an ice cube. "Unless you want me to, of course." He smirks, looking down at you as he holds the ice cube to your lips. "Open."